Family

Let’s make a moment worth remembering!

The box hadn’t been opened in years. No one knew what treasures were inside. Opening the lid, we found stacks of aging glossy cards. The colors had faded, but that didn’t limit the magic they held.

There she was, her elegance obvious even though her head was tossed back in laughter. He had his hand on her waist and his eyes on her smile. He was captivated, and so was I.

This is the woman my grandfather loved, the one my mother visited daily as her memory faded.

I remembered her as the one who would make me jello and fed me chicken soup when I was sick, but here she was vibrant, stunning, and fascinating.

I’d seen portraits of my grandmother as a young woman before, but this photograph showed not just what she looked like, but who she was.